A Night is Born
The blazing heat of the day dies Sun dims in a faint orange glow. Conceived in the dusky delight, as the colours of twilight dissolve in darkness, from the late evening's pregnant womb, the night is born Children frolicking under the street light return home as darkness falls As their carefree laughter echoes afar the night is born Old man on a beachside bench his pale eyes staring into blankness as the racous waves roar under the moon light the night is born Shirt sleeves rolled up, buttons undone caressing the stubble, tiplers scurry into watering holes of the town. As they drink, fight and puke the night is born She lets her hair loose reminiscing the long last togetherness she let's a plaintive sigh of despair As the garish glow of the screen falls on her face the night is born He gazes the sky without stars turns the book down, taps the piano keys as he gulps the last drink of the day the night is born It is an end and a begining, both hope and despair, for it i